by Sean Davies
Alexander started rumbling on about the fascinating possibilities until Brooke forcefully plunged his head in between her large, slightly drooping breasts and squeezed them in his face. He broke free and immediately began sucking hard on her pierced big black nipples. She forced him down onto the bed and rode his cock like an animal, furiously rubbing her clit with her hand until she came hard and squirted cum over his cock and chest. Brooke recovered for a few seconds to catch her breath, and then began sucking his dick all the way down to the back of her throat. It wasn’t long before he could feel his juices on the way out, and he quickly got onto his knees and tossed himself off all over her face and bald head. It was his favourite, as he loved the look of his white cum running down her dark skin. Brooke knew how much it turned him on, and she made a point of scooping as much as possible into her mouth with her fingers before swallowing it up for him.
They had both showered sleepily afterwards before collapsing into bed together, and they were both so exhausted that they fell into a deep sleep soon after their heads hit the pillow.
Brooke woke up grouchily. She was not a morning person anyway, but she had forgotten to take a Tranquillity potion which made matters worse. Overnight, she had grown a short crop of thick curls on her head. Her usually smooth pubic region was a mad tangle of hair, and her legs and armpits were wild too.
“I’m going to the bathroom with the clippers,” she grumbled to Alexander.
“Do you need any help?” he asked, half asleep.
“No thanks, but I’ll take a coffee and some toast please, babe,” Brooke replied.
Alexander had gotten the breakfast ready and waited patiently on the sofa while Brooke frantically buzzed the hair from her body and scalp with her clippers, and then begun shaving everything silky smooth with a disposable razor.
A news story flashed up on the television while Alexander was looking for something that wasn’t kid’s cartoons or propaganda. A picture of Marissa Aluniana was in the corner of the screen, and a female news reporter was talking in a grave tone. Alexander ramped up the volume to hear what was going on.
“...to confirm, Marissa Aluniana and two of her bodyguards were killed last night...”
“Brooke, come in here quick!” Alexander shouted towards the bathroom.
Brooke quickly walked into the living room naked, half of her head still covered in shaving foam. “What is it?”
“Marissa Aluniana is dead!” Alexander said shocked.
“No way – I loved her stuff!” Brooke said disappointed.
“...Military Peace Keeping forces have released the following information,” the reporter continued. “Both bodyguards died of injuries to the head from what appeared to be extremely long needles. Marissa herself was stabbed multiple times in the chest, and her face and scalp were surgically removed. They have no leads at the moment, but are doing everything they can to find the culprit in this terrible and horrific murder and bring them to justice...”
“Oh my goodness, you don’t think...” Brooke gasped.
“Mortissa,” Alexander concluded. “Looks like she’s found herself a new face.”
Chapter 12:
The Chaos before the Storm – Part 2
Lucius poured Xavier a glass of fine red wine and topped it up with a bottle of blood from his fridge.
“Thank you, Lucius,” Xavier said, taking a big sip.
“So tell me honestly: what do you think?” Lucius asked his old friend.
“Well, it is an extremely radical and dangerous plan, but you ruled in the open once before. It could work again after Winston’s power play. The only things that worry me are the Trinity and the Archmage,” Xavier replied.
Lucius nodded. “The Trinity were bound to attack us sooner or later anyway. We were always too ambitious and powerful, even before. The quicker Winston does his thing, the better. They shouldn’t be an issue when we’ve got an army of Alts to throw their way. There is some good news on that front though.”
“Oh, really? What good news is that?” Xavier asked.
“The whispers from our sources are that their prime Book Wielder, Joan, went crazy and attacked the Trinity leaders in their sleep. One of them is definitely dead. By the sounds of it, it was old Svorn that got whacked, and Cherriesa was almost next.”
Xavier was startled. “What happened to her? She’d been working for them for centuries.”
“No one knows. Silvario had her torn limb from limb by the accounts we’ve heard. It’s a blessing in disguise. Just think: one down and two to go, and we didn’t even have to lift a finger.” Lucius smiled.
“But they’ll most likely blame us for the incident,” Xavier warned.
“Yes, they probably will, but it looks like the merger is ready to go ahead tomorrow. Like I said before, we won’t have anything to worry about once we’ve got an army of Alternatives from the Gloom backing us up.” Lucius hesitated. “The Archmage, on the other hand, does worry me. I have a nasty feeling he’s going to get what he wants and then forget the people that helped him get it. We’ll go along with it for now – it’s too good an opportunity to miss out on – but we’ll keep a close eye on things. If we feel this Archmage is taking us for a ride then we’ll have to deal with him before he gets his old powers back.”
“What if Winston and Lewis don’t like it?”
“If it comes to it then I’m sure they’ll side with me,” Lucius said confidently. “I can’t imagine that they’re swallowing all this business without the slightest bit of doubt. This Omniosis is new on the scene, and I’m the one that put them where they are today. They’ll remember that if push comes to shove.”
“I hope you’re right,” Xavier said, taking another sip of wine and blood.
“You’re not convinced?” Lucius asked curiously.
“Winston won’t be a problem. He’s a bit of a risk taker when he feels like it, but he usually thinks things through clearly. He’s loyal to you and knows that you’ve got his best interests in mind. However, Lewis is a hard one to read. I can’t put my finger on it but there’s definitely something odd about him...”
- - -
Alice was stressed, tired, and completely flummoxed. Overnight, the world had gone even madder than it was before. Military Peace Keepers were in open rebellion on Imperia, the Governor had popped back up from wherever he was hiding and was spouting anti-Inquisition slander across the world’s airwaves, and on a personal note her favourite singer had been brutally murdered. Now General Wallace had informed her that Supernaturals were causing havoc openly on Industria, and General Azalea was having trouble on Tropica with both renegade MPK’s and a new human resistance movement that they were all sure had been stirred up by the Supernaturals.
She had just got off the radio with them both. They had called to request back up on their respective continents, but had ended up losing a big part of their forces for Alice’s current plan to retake the Capital and take Winston into custody. Suffice to say they were not happy with her, but she had assured them that if they dealt with the main cause of the problem, which was sourced in the Capital City, then things across the rest of the world would become far easier. They had begrudgingly agreed, but then they had to do as she said, and being popular wasn’t even close to being on Alice’s list of priorities.
Alice was working on highest floor of Central Tower that hadn’t sustained damage. The repairs were on the way but they still had a lot of work to do before the top floor was habitable. She’d had the office tables and computers cleared out, a sturdy security door installed on the stairwell and elevator for when it was working again, and had a bunk, desk, and a few personal effects brought up to make the place feel slightly homely. Since the attack on the Isle and her meeting with the Twin Goddesses, she liked having a few comforts around to help her feel at ease.
The stairwell door buzzed. “Ma’am?”
Alice walked over to it and pressed the touch screen interface beside th
e door. She held the hammer in her spare hand just to be on the safe side, and an image of the other side of the door came up on the screen. A female Inquisition trooper was standing patiently to attention by the door.
Alice let her in. “What is it, trooper?”
“Our patrols have caught an intruder on the Isle, ma’am. Surveillance shows him slinking around the old ruins, but we can’t tell where he came from. He says he wants to talk to you,” the trooper replied.
“Me?” Alice was flummoxed. “What does he look like?”
The trooper gave her a strange look. Nothing had been formally announced about the existence of Supernaturals yet, but some of the Inquisition had figured it out. Others were still a bit naive or in denial. “Well, he looks like a man? And yes, he even asked for you by name. We have him in guarded detention. Do you want to see him or should we try a harsher interrogation?”
Alice thought about it for a moment and then decided to go along to see who this man was, taking the hammer and a plasma pistol with her. The trooper drove her in a troop truck with half a dozen other Inquisitors, to the grim dark concrete detention centre that was still being constructed. Alice had decided to convert one of the half-ruined buildings into the facility after the puppet attack, and after the recent events, she definitely wanted any captives held and interrogated on the Isles rather than on the continents. They entered the section of the detention centre that was actually built and went underground, down to the first of what would be many floors of cells.
The cell was a small rectangle cut into the concrete, and was furnished only by a wooden bench, a small toilet, and a sink in an alcove in the wall. Behind a translucent blue wall of plasma energy, a man in a fine brown robe lined with gold sat patiently on the bench with his hands in his lap. His hair was black and spiky, he had a finely trimmed dark brown beard, and he wore a pair of old fashioned gold rimmed spectacles. Behind them, Alice could see that his eyes were purple. If her book was correct then that would make him a Mage.
“Leave us,” she said to the troopers.
They saluted and went back upstairs to the first floor.
“I never expected you’d be a Book Wielder,” the man said amused. “Though it’s been many centuries since I’ve seen the white eyes on your kind. I take it that your colleagues don’t know?”
Alice was in no mood for games. “Who are you, what do you want, and how the hell did you get onto my island undetected?”
The man got up and bowed elegantly. “I am Jonathan Knight, and I speak on behalf of the Trinity of Old, the ruling nation of the Supernatural races. They wish to meet you to discuss an arrangement that they believe will be in your interests – you do have a common enemy, after all. If you wish to meet them then I am to bring you to see them in the Catacombs, the magical underground network that spans the world. There just so happens to be an old portal under the amphitheatre ruins. That is how I came to our Isle, and if you are willing then that is how I will take you to them. You can, of course, bring as many armed guards as you desire, if that makes you feel more at ease.”
Alice was dumbfounded. Out of all the outcomes she had calculated in these chaotic times, a deal with the very creatures that she was fighting had been very far from her mind.
“Well, do you want to meet them?” Jonathan asked politely.
“Fine, take me to see them.” The thought of a portal on the Isle worried her greatly, so she chose to play along to see where it was and have it guarded heavily when, or if, she returned. She thought about calling the underground facility to get an escort of Inquisitors who knew of the Supernaturals, but decided against it. If it was a trap then only she would suffer from it.
Alice released the Mage, dismissed the troopers, who looked baffled by her actions, and got in the troop truck with him. Jonathan directed her to a relatively intact section of the ruins, and she watched him out of the corner of her eyes as they drove. Her book had taught her the negating spell and a few other tricks that she wanted to test out if he gave her reason to. They arrived without incident and he took her to the side of the reddish brown structure. There was nothing there, but she could see a faint shimmering.
Jonathon waved his hands in the direction of the shimmer and the illusion faded, revealing a small doorway. “Follow me please, Alice Eve.”
“Lead on, Jonathan Knight,” she replied dryly while holding her war hammer in both hands.
He took her inside the ruins, summoned a magical light orb, and led her down an ancient stone spiral staircase. They arrived at a large, dark rectangular basement that was completely bare except for a pulsing blue portal set into the wall opposite them.
“This will take us to the Catacombs,” Jonathan began. “Fear not: you barely register the transition from one area to the next.”
Alice nodded and followed him hesitantly towards the distorting blue surface. He was right though, she hardly noticed a thing. One moment she was in the dank underground room and the next she was in a bare stone tunnel light with magical blue torches. Jonathan walked off at a brisk pace and she upped her pace to keep up. Supernatural guards in old fashioned silvery suits of armour with purple, yellow, and red plumed helmets nodded as he walked by. She kept noticing a symbol of a triangle divided into three by a line going from the centre to its corners. It was repeated throughout the Catacombs, so she assumed that it was the Trinity of Olds emblem.
“Not long now,” he said as he led her through a smaller portal, and then another, until they finally came to square room lined with guards standing to attention. At the other side of the room up a small flight of marble steps was another portal, but this one was light purple.
“Another portal. What a surprise,” Alice said sarcastically.
“This is the last one, I promise,” Jonathan smiled.
Alice stepped through with him. She was surprised at how civil he was. She had expected the Supernaturals to be fiendish, even though the Goddesses had told her otherwise. Maybe there were some decent ones.
They entered into a large lavish room filled with splendour. Although the room was the same grey square stone and blue torch affair that the rest of the Catacombs had been, this one was decorated with fine antiques from across the world, priceless works of art and tapestries, ancient finely crafted woodwork desks, bookshelves and tables, and three small portals. One was coloured yellow, the other red, and the last dark purple.
A male Mage in a turquoise and silver robe with long silvery white hair was reading from a book that he had suspended in the air. A gorgeous but deadly looking dark skinned Vampire woman with plaited long black hair, wearing a red, black, and gold corset and an elegant red dress, was stood beside him with her arms folded. The Vampire stared at Alice with her sly red eyes like she was her next meal.
“Masters, I have brought Alice Eve for your attention,” Jonathan said after another fine bow.
“Yes, thank you. Wait outside the portal please,” the white haired Mage said, looking up from his book. “Welcome, Alice Eve. Would you like to take a seat?”
“I’ll stand,” she said bluntly.
“Very well. Even though you have elected to enter our domain unguarded, I can still sense that you are distrustful of our intentions. That is sad but not unexpected...”
“Did you know she was Book Wielder?” the Vampire interrupted in a sweet Tropican accent.
“I did not. Not until I noticed her white eyes, that is,” the Mage replied. “I haven’t seen a Book Wielder with the proper eyes for...”
“Ages and ages,” Alice interrupted rudely. “Yeah, I’m getting that a lot today. Now who are you, what do you want, and why the hell would you invite the leader of the organisation that wants you extinct to your lair?”
“She is rude.” The Vampire’s sweet voice turned sour. “We should kill her for her insolence.”
“Now, now. Leave the diplomacy to me please,” the Mage replied, before turning back to Alice. “I am Silvario the Mage, and my
fellow ruler is Cherriesa the Vampire. We have invited you here to strike a deal with you. Yes, it is out of the ordinary, but desperate times call for desperate measures. We are proposing an alliance of sorts. A little bit of cooperation against the real enemy, the gangs of radical Supernaturals like the Shadow Circle. You see, there were three of us not too long ago, until one of our longest and closest allies turned assassin for no apparent reason.”
“We ripped her limbs off,” Cherriesa said with a pretty smile, “but her blood, it ran black.”
“Like Gloom water,” Alice mumbled.
“Gloom water?” Silvario asked, puzzled.
“There’s more going on than you realise,” Alice began. “We are all in a hell of a lot of danger if we don’t take back the Capital very soon.”
“Why? What is going on that we do not know?” Cherriesa asked snidely.
Alice quickly told them of her meeting with the Goddesses and all that she had learned. They looked at her as though she were crazy at first, but at the mention of Winston, his portals, and the Archmage Omniosis, they changed their expressions drastically.
For the first time in his life, Silvario was lost for words. “It’s good that we met. The situation is vastly more important than mere territorial disputes. If Lucius and this Book Wielder Winston have their way, then the whole world is doomed. We know very little of the Archmages, but the limited accounts that we do have do not paint a pretty picture of them at all. They were fanatical tyrants of the highest calibre. Everything this Omniosis regards beneath him, which will be everyone and everything, will be enslaved or destroyed.”
Alice sensed their genuine despair and allowed her guard to fall slightly. “I’m planning an attack on the Capital tomorrow. Join me, and together we can put an end to all this nonsense. I need Winston Reynolds brought to me, preferably alive, but in all honesty I’m not that bothered after the recent chaos around the world.”
